hey ppl

life's been a question lately.

i'm missing people now more than ever

and as i seek to fill this queer void of mine,

i find that i have no idea where i'm going and what the hell i'm doing.

reality is like a rude awakening,

when you think you have a picture perfect plan

reality knocks on your door as a forceful reminder

that not everything's gonna go your way and that's life.

and as time passes like that,

i've come to open the closet of myself

to find nothing but skeletons there.

i'm selfish.

i'm weak.

i'm pathetic.

i'm a failure.

i dont hold on hard enough to the things that matter

everything i do is pretty much motivated by self interest

and i never truly learnt to care about anybody but myself.

sometimes i just wish i could curl up into a ball and hide.

but it's so pathetic cos i've no right to complain

no right to be disatisfied with what i have when others have so much less

and here i am being a typical spoilt angsty teenager.

how much more pathetic can i get?

17.02.08